Subject: The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 3 Title: The Nude Neighbors Installment: 3 Category: Gay, Adult Youth, Incest This story is a work of fiction and depicts graphic sexual content. Any resemblance to real individuals or places is purely coincidental. If you like what you’re reading, feel free to shoot me an email to let me know – I love feedback! If you like my writing, you can also check out my other series “Exploring at Camp Hardwood” and “Middle School Swim Team.” As always, if you can, consider supporting Nifty at fty to thank them for supporting our fantasies and our wanks. The Nude Neighbors, Chapter 3 When Peter woke up the next morning, he thought for a second he had dreamt the night before. He had gone over to his neighbors’ house for dinner, only to find the dad and his two sons fully naked. Not only that, but he had gotten naked with them. And touched them. And jerked off hand-in-hand with a hung 13-year-old while his father watched. And yet, the strangest part of all was that after all that activity, they had simply had a pleasant family dinner together. The four boys chowed down on delicious homemade food fully naked, talking about everything from baseball to the weather, fully naked the entire time, not acknowledging the loads of cum they’d exchanged only minutes before. Of course, when it sunk in that this had really happened, Peter’s morning wood ached with stiffness. Despite the huge load he had blown the night before, his balls felt full and heavy as they twitched below his hard 7-inch cock. He thought about the three cocks he’d seen the night before and began to stroke to the memories. Jack’s girthy cock and heavy man-balls. Danny, his younger son, with his hairless uncut prick that still got hard at a moment’s notice. And of course, Sam’s overgrown member, 8 inches of teenage horniness hanging from a 13-year-old torso. Peter gasped – he’d accidentally sent himself over the edge without even trying. Before he could stop himself, he was shooting another few ropes of cum on himself and his bedsheets. Given that he was 22 years old, lived alone, and this was early on a Saturday morning, the cum-covered sheets didn’t bother him much and he just left his semen drying next to him as he stretched and shook the cobwebs of sleep away. He stood up, and a few lingering drops of cum fell from the tip of his cock onto his right foot and the carpet below. He glanced over at himself in the full length mirror across the room and liked what he saw- a healthy, fit 22-year-old runner with rumpled brown hair, a tan, slender build, and a still-semi-hard cock of more than respectable size. Thinking of his naked neighbors, he wondered how far through the day he could make it without putting on clothes. It wasn’t difficult after all. Peter went downstairs, made breakfast, and went about his morning without a stitch of clothing on. This wasn’t totally unusual, as being a young bachelor he often took his time getting dressed, but he rarely spent hours on end walking around completely naked. It was freeing and comfortable, especially on a warm California day. There was only one problem: easy access to his cock meant he was easily distracted. By 1pm, he had already brought his total wanks up to three, including one where he simply stood in his own kitchen and splattered the tiles with semen. He was a horny guy in general, but this was another level. Over the next few days, Peter found himself spending more and more time around his house in the nude. He often wondered if his neighbors were doing the same – he mostly saw them coming and going from their front door, which meant they were clothed. One afternoon he managed to spy a glimpse of their backyard, where Jack, the father, laid outside tanning naked while the two boys splashed in the pool, also nude. That got another load out of Peter in a matter of seconds. Another morning, he caught a glimpse of Sam walking past a window fully erect, probably morning wood from having just woken up. His long, hard cock bounced as he walked, sticking out like a kickstand on a bicycle from his skinny teen body. He disappeared out of sight, but just the split-second glance got Peter rock hard and throbbing. The next Friday, Jack waved him over as he was leaving for work. He was pulling weeds in the front lawn, shirtless in his small denim shorts. He wiped sweat from his brow as Peter came over. “Morning, Peter,” he said cheerfully, his rugged face grinning widely. “How’s it going?” “Not too bad,” Peter responded casually, trying not to stare at the bulge in the tiny tight shorts or the taut pecs tensing in front of him. “Almost the weekend – can’t wait!” “Any big plans?” Jack asked. “Not really; just relaxing,” Peter said. “There’s not much to do around here for guys my age, to be honest.” Jack patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sure you can make your own fun,” he said with a wink. “But actually, if you’re not şişli travesti busy this weekend, do you think you’d be interested in watching the boys for a few hours Saturday afternoon? I have to jet into the city for work for a little bit.” Peter brightened with excitement at the chance for some more naked quality time with the boys, but tried to act casual. “Yeah, uh, I’d be happy to help out,” he answered. “Fantastic! You’re a lifesaver,” said Jack. “They really don’t need much looking after- just make sure nobody drowns in the pool or breaks any furniture,” he joked. “I’ll only be gone from around 2 til 5, and dinner is on me after.” Peter smiled. “Happy to do it, Jack. Any time!” He glanced over at his car. “I do gotta run now, though.” “Of course!” Jack said, giving him another jovial tap on the shoulder. “Thanks again. See you tomorrow.” Peter headed to his car, trying to walk in a way that hid his semi. He didn’t know if it was the prospect of babysitting, or the fact that a sliver of Jack’s scrotum had been hanging out of his jean shorts the whole conversation, but something had him excited. Friday evening and Saturday morning seemed to crawl by as Peter awaited his babysitting gig. As he showered Saturday morning, he looked down at his dark bush of pubic hair and decided that, just to be safe, he should give himself a bit of a trim. It felt silly to be manscaping in preparation for an afternoon with two schoolboys, but something told him it would be appreciated. At 1:30, he pulled on a tank top and a pair of gym shorts and headed next door. He didn’t even bother to wear underwear, and enjoyed the feeling of his freshly trimmed pubes and smooth balls swinging in loose, free fabric. He rang the doorbell, and Jack answered, this time fully dressed for a change. He almost looked strange in a collared short and khakis, like a porn star playing a teacher. “Thanks again, Pete,” Jack said, heading outside and holding the door open for his neighbor. “I have to run, but the boys are out back and know you’re coming. There’s drinks and snacks in the fridge; just don’t let Danny have too much sugar.” Peter nodded, and Jack waved as he hurried to his car. Peter turned and walked through the house, which was quiet and empty, and toward the glass patio doors at the far end of the kitchen. He slid them open to find both Danny and Sam splashing in the pool. As expected, both boys were naked. They bounced and swam around in the shallow end, giving Peter quick glimpses of flopping dicks and smooth buttcheeks as they horsed around. Sam was entertaining his younger brother by picking him up and tossing him backward with a big splash, not caring where on Danny’s body he grabbed. “Hi Petey!” Danny exclaimed, waving as Peter walked in. Sam gave him a quick wave as well, neither boy seeming to mind at all that their babysitter walked in on them naked. “Come and swim with us!” Danny shouted. The warm California sun and light flecks of pool water splashing on his feet made the decision easy. Peter pulled off his tank top, and, after a moment’s hesitation, lowered his gym shorts as well. He quickly hopped in the water so the boys wouldn’t see his growing semi, and joined in the splashing and roughhousing. For almost an hour, the boys played, swam, and ran around in the backyard. Peter was surprised to find himself not thinking much about sex at all – it quickly began to feel normal and comfortable to be hanging out with his charges totally naked, embracing their natural state. There was a simple beauty to naked male bodies basking in the sunlight that had nothing to do with attraction or hormones. Finally, all three of the boys were tired out by the afternoon’s frolicking. Sam pulled himself out of the pool one last time and laid out on a deck chair, his penis and testicles shriveled from the cool water, but clearly still far larger than average for a 13-year-old. Danny plopped himself down in the grass next to his brother, not caring if he got a little dirty. Peter went inside, remembering that a pitcher of lemonade was sitting in the fridge ready for them to cool off. He brought the pitcher and three glasses back outside, which both boys eagerly accepted. Peter couldn’t help but notice that the warm sun had begun to affect Sam’s package, and already his sparse clump of pubic hair had dried, his balls hung low enough to rest on the plastic chair, his foreskin-covered cockhead resting just above them. “Hey Peter, I have a question,” Danny asked as Peter handed him his lemonade. It just so happened that, from Danny’s sitting position, Peter’s cock hung right at eye level and he was staring at it intently. “Anything, bud, what’s up?” Peter replied, taking a seat on the deck chair next to Sam. “Why do you shave the hairs above your penis?” Danny asked. Peter blushed, and Sam made a small noise as if choking on his drink, but Danny’s eyes merely beylikdüzü travesti stared innocently over at his babysitter’s crotch with curiosity. Peter took a moment to figure out an answer. “Well… some guys like to trim or shave down there because it feels cleaner, especially when you get sweaty. I think it looks nice too.” He paused, then continued. “Some boys might trim their hair because it makes their dicks- I mean their penises – look bigger.” Danny nodded seriously. He looked down at his own small, hairless prick and tight balls nestled between his legs as he sat cross-legged. “Daddy says I’m going to start growing hair in a year or two, but not ’til I’m turning into a man,” he said knowledgeably. He turned to his brother. “Sammy, why don’t you cut your penis hairs?” Sam blushed, and looked down. Although his cock was unmistakably developing quickly and well past average adult side, it looked as if his bush had not fully grown in. A few matted, wispy curls of dirty-blond hair circled the base of his shaft, and only a stray hair or two, barely visible, was scattered across his scrotum. “Well, uh…” he paused, stammering. Peter decided to help out the awkward middle-schooler. “Sam is still growing, and he doesn’t have as much hair as me or your dad yet,” he explained. “Plus, his penis is very large for his age, so it looks normal to have a little hair around it.” Sam grinned sheepishly. “The guys in gym… they tease me about it all the time,” he said quietly. “They call me ‘Tripod.’ I guess it’s not the worst thing to be teased for, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t so big.” Peter reached out and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We can’t control the body parts God gave us, bud. And trust me, too big is definitely better than too small. If anything, your friends are just jealous. In a couple years, your little friend is going to make you very popular.” Sam smiled. “I guess so,” he said. “I feel like a freak though. At my last school, we all measured one time and I was an inch bigger than the next biggest boy. And last week, my gym teacher pulled me aside and told me I had to start wearing tighter underwear because I was distracting the girls.” Peter chuckled at the image of Sam’s horse cock swinging around in gym shorts causing his classmates to stare in wonder. Even funnier to imagine some hapless gym teacher noticing and having to awkwardly pull his student aside. “It’s a blessing and a burden, bud,” he said. “I’m not as big as you, but I’m big enough to know that it can be a challenge sometimes.” Danny interjected. “I like Sammy’s penis!” he said cheerfully. “It’s so long and fun to play with.” He stood up and walked over to his brother. Peter couldn’t help but notice that his little boy cock now pointed up, instead of down, and bloodflow had pushed his little red head out of its foreskin. Danny looked down at his brother’s meaty, dangling cock and lifted it off the balls where it rested. The feeling of his brother’s hand instantly started to excite Sam, and in a matter of seconds his own cockhead had emerged from its hood and began to stiffen. Now it was Peter’s turn to be a little curious. “So, Sam,” he began, ignoring Danny’s actions, “when did you first realize you were well-endowed?” Sam furrowed his brow, trying to focus while his brother was playing with his growing cock like a pool toy. “I’m… not sure exactly,” he replied slowly, trying to think. “When I was in fifth grade I started to grow hairs, and Dad told me that my dick would start to get longer and thicker. By sixth grade it was almost as long as his when it was hard. When I went to the doctor that year, he had to double-check my forms because it looked like I was way older than 11 years old.” He continued, getting more confident. “When I got home that day, I asked Dad what the average size was and he said that for grownups it was about 5 and a half inches. I went up to my room and measured with my geometry ruler and it was 6 and a half. And now…” he trailed off, looking down. Danny’s hands had a predictable effect on Sam’s cock, and it was now fully erect, curving upward from where he sat to point at his forehead. Easily 8 inches, it was one of the largest cocks Peter had ever seen on anyone, boy or man. “How big are you?” Sam asked, looking over at Peter’s waist. Peter looked down and it was his turn to be embarrassed – he been so focused on the boys that he hadn’t realized that without touching himself, he’d gotten a full, stiff boner, curving up to tap his belly button when he leaned forward in his chair. He was slightly thicker than the younger boy, but not nearly as long. “I’m about 7 inches,” Sam said, pressing lightly on the top of his shaft with his thumb to show the full length off to his neighbor. He let go, and it hit his lower stomach with a loud *thwack.* Danny scooted over on his knees so he was positioned between istanbul travesti the two deck chairs and within arm’s reach of both older boys. He reached out and grasped Peter’s cock, which immediately began to leak a small, steady stream of clear precum, and felt the girth of each cock in his small hands. “Peter’s a bit thicker than you, Sammy,” he said. “But not as thick as Daddy. I bet it would feel so good in my bum.” Peter looked down, startled to hear such a mature statement from such a young source. He looked over at Sam, who merely shrugged, as if accustomed to his younger brother’s antics and outgoing nature. Danny looked up from face to face staring down at him. “Do you guys want to race to see who can spray first?” Peter and Sam exchanged looks, but their stiff, aching cocks answered the question without words. “Sure, if you want,” Peter replied. “Okay, stand up,” Danny said authoritatively. Peter and Sam chuckled at the idea of taking orders from this ambitious 9-year-old. “No touching; that’s cheating,” he continued, moving directly between them and sinking to his knees. Danny repositioned his hands so he could grasp the firm, pulsing shafts from below and began to stroke them both in quick, even strokes. Even though his hand could barely fit around Peter’s cock, the slick moisture of his precum and the sight of Sam’s huge appendage next to him made this the best handjob he had ever received, and in less than a minute, he could feel a tensing in his pelvis and his balls beginning to rise up as they prepared to release his seed. He couldn’t beat the teenager next to him, however. Sam closed his eyes and shuddered, reaching out to grab Peter’s shoulder to steady himself as a wave of pleasure ran through his body. His huge cock began to visibly twitch and buck in Danny’s hand, as if his whole body was being controlled by the long joystick held by his brother. In a split second, he erupted, spraying a shot of cum that went all the way over Danny’s head, only partially landing in his hair. The second shot hit him square in the face, however, a silvery splatter of man-milk painting his brother’s forehead and cheek. The third and fourth shots sprayed everywhere, and then his cock settled into a leaking stream of semen that dripped onto the pool deck. Peter was already close to orgasm, but this display sent him over the edge, and before Sam had finished cumming he was joining in the fray, spraying a big load that splattered in a wider path than the first. Danny’s shoulders, chest, ear, and left arm were now covered in cum. One of his shots of semen even landed on Sam’s cock. The strength of his own orgasm was too much and Peter half-stumbled, half-sat back down in the chair, spent. Danny smiled proudly. Although he was youngest and the one who ended up with cum all over his face, he somehow seemed like the one most in charge of the situation. The older boys had been reduced to animalistic urges, controlled by their raging hormones and hard cocks, and he had taken advantage to get his sticky-sweet reward. As the fog of orgasm cleared, Peter remembered that he was supposed to be babysitting. “Uh, Danny, you better get cleaned up,” he said. “Hop back in the pool and wash off.” “Yes sir!” Danny said gleefully, and ran over to the pool, jumping in with a big cannonball. Peter looked over at Sam, who was clearly still shaking cobwebs out of his own brain as his dick slowly deflated back to its normal flaccid size. “Does he… do this often?” he asked. Sam chuckled. “You have no idea,” he joked drily. “I’m almost afraid of when he hits puberty. If he’s this horny now, he’s going to be out of control in a few years.” Peter laughed as well. “Well, at least he has a pair of good role models,” he replied. The late-afternoon heat and post-nut sleepiness took over and both boys stretched back out in the deck chairs for a few minutes to relax. After a while, Sam seemed to realize that he had drying cum to clean off himself, and he hopped back in the pool with his brother as well. A few minutes after that, the back door opened and Jack walked out, having returned from his meeting. His shirt was halfway undone and his hair was rumpled from a long day of work. He looked out at the pool, where his naked sons frolicked, and over at Peter, also naked, his clothes long since abandoned a few yards away. “They give you any trouble?” Jack called out. Peter grinned widely. “None at all! They were great. So much fun. Thanks for having me over!” Jack smiled back, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. “Any time!” he replied. “You don’t even have to ask. Just stop by!” He reached the bottom button and stripped off his work shirt revealing his taught, muscled torso, light brown body hair, and deep tan. He whipped off his belt along with the shirt and tossed both on the deck chair once occupied by Sam. In a flash, he lowered his pants and plaid boxers to his ankles, his taut buttocks fully on display from Peter’s point of view, and leapt fully naked into the pool with his sons. Peter grinned and watched the happy family play innocently in the water as the California sun sunk toward the horizon. [end of chapter 3]